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Harlem World - We Both Frontin'

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Yo’
I’m still lookin’ at the game, you know
And I see that’s there’s a lotta niggas that’s just frontin’
Basically, you kn’I mean

Yo’, I’m doin’ 150 wildin’, headin’ out the city island
I see this shorty with the pretty smile and
Pushing a Prelude "Hey you, diamond stud up in your navel"
Actin’ like it cost nine G’s
A real fine queen, eyes was light green
And had a tattoo, written in Chinese
Only 25, spent her money wise
Work out everyday, I could tell by her tummy size
(Damn you got some funny eyes)
Yeah, I blink a lot, drink a lot
You could catch me at the rink a lot
But enough about me, ma, you look amazin’, are you Haitian
(I’m half that and half Asian)
(My name is Raven, live in New Haven)
(Until I find the right man, my virginity, I’m savin’)

The things I was saying, honey, might be blazin’
I took her to the Days Inn, of course she gave in
(No disrespect, you look nice and s@#$)
(But I ain’t really tryin’ to price your s@#$)
(I’m sayin’ I like that Platinum on your wrist)
(But why isn’t there no ice in this)

Same reason why, baby girl, that ain’t your hair (Motherf@#$er, you did
not)
You the same one rockin’ your home girl’s gear (Oh no, Boo, this is
mine)
In fact, why you tryin’ to hate on me
When we both frontin’, basically, word (Basically)

I be that slick thug, see me in the strip club
With Dominican chicks, ‘bout to get my d@#$ rubbed
S@#$ bug, how I lay up and sip Bub
You could front if you want, lay in puddles of thick blood
‘Cause I get love, yeah, wherever I go
And I die for my niggas, but never no h@#
So you know that the life I lead is twice your speed
The brown skin mami, that’s the wife I need
Light that weed, front, nigga, just might bleed
I might just squeeze, matter of fact I might just leave
‘Cause I don’t need her, h@# that drink Moët by the liter
If you don’t like me, I ain’t fillin’ your a## neither (haha)
I need a true diva, pushin’ a two-seater
That’s so right, let my wife, my crew meet her
In other words, I need a chick off the meter
The type that wild out when I eat her

(No disrespect, you look nice and s@#$)
(But I ain’t really tryin’ to price your s@#$)
(I’m sayin’ I like that Platinum on your wrist)
(But why isn’t there no ice in this)

Same reason why, baby girl, that ain’t your hair (No, the f@#$, you did
not)
You the same one rockin’ your home girl’s gear (Oh no, Boo, this is
mine)
In fact, why you tryin’ to hate on me
When we both frontin’, basically, word (Basically)

Yo’, Huddy, in the door, waiter, give me four
B@#$%es they adore from here to Wichita
I’m a jiggy cat, baggy jeans with fitted hats
Where my niggas at, at the bar where t$##$@s at
You know I spend dough, get in clubs with Indo
And bet my s@#$ blow like a block on Crenshaw
I’m poppin’ Cris, hile you sippin’ on Cisco
I’m at the disco reminiscin’ on Frisco
And this go to honeys who be knowin’ your name
Knowing your fame, know you rock a Rolly and chain
But it don’t stop, so get it, get it
The Huddy hit it, hit it
She saw my ice, she was really wit’ it
She wanna settle down, be committed
She saw the drop with the TVs in it
S@#$, I gotta pay this h@# a visit

(Oh no, Boo Boo)
(You won’t be payin’ anything over here except the rent)

(No disrespect, you look nice and s@#$)
(But I ain’t really tryin’ to price your s@#$)
(I’m sayin’ I like that Platinum on your wrist)
(But why isn’t there no ice in this)

Same reason why, baby girl, that ain’t your hair (No, the f@#$, you did
not)
You the same one rockin’ your home girl’s gear (Oh no, Boo, this is
mine)
In fact, why you tryin’ to hate on me
When we both frontin’, basically, word (Basically)

(No disrespect, you look nice and s@#$)
(But I ain’t really tryin’ to price your s@#$)
(I’m sayin’ I like that Platinum on your wrist)
(But why isn’t there no ice in this)

Same reason why, baby girl, that ain’t your hair (No, the f@#$, you did
not)
You the same one rockin’ your home girl’s gear (Oh no, Boo, this is
mine)
In fact, why you tryin’ to hate on me
When we both frontin’, basically, word (Basically)

Yeah
You know you wanna be over here
Fake a##
Yeah

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